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Subject: {ASSM} RP: "TYTC 5.2 - The Candidates" - by The StoryMaster [M+~teenf, nc]
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The following story is a work of fiction. Its contents are of a
graphically sexual nature and may involve non-consensual sexual acts
between underage partners. Any resemblance to persons either alive or dead
is purely coincidental. This story is intended for ADULTS only. If you
are under the legal age of consent in your local jurisdiction, or if you
are easily offended, kindly STOP READING NOW.
The Candidates - Part 5.2 By - The StoryMaster Contributing Editor - Don
D.
Ken and Al had met briefly on the transport van that had brought the
newest class of Handler Candidates to The Youth Training Center. The two
men walked together now down the wide, main corridor on their way to their
first class.
"I can't believe we got the same schedule," Al said enthusiastically.
"That's quite a coincidence. Don't you think?"
"Yeah, I guess so," Ken replied as the two men walked. "Did you by any
chance write down the classroom number?"
"Right here," Al answered cheerfully. "Training Room 184. Down the
main corridor, left at the `T', then five doors on the left." He folded the
note paper and tucked it into his shirt pocket. "There's the `T' up
ahead."
The heavy door slid back with a hiss when Al punched the required code
into the keypad, and the two men entered Training Room 184.
"Good morning, gentlemen," a man said cordially from where he stood
chatting with a small group of perhaps five others. "Come on in. Please
sign the log up at the podium," he said. Leaving the group, he approached
Ken and Al. He wore the distinctive white coveralls of a TYTC Handler.
"My name is Rob," he said shaking hands with both of the newly arrived
trainees. "I'll be your instructor for this class." Then turning to the
group of young men standing nearby, Rob said, "You gentlemen take a seat
and we'll get started in just a moment."
Ken and Al signed the official attendance log, and found seats next to
each other near the front of the class room. It wasn't an overly large
room. Perhaps twenty by thirty, there were several rows of chairs with
writing arms arranged in rows facing a raised stage-like area at the front
of the room. An undertone of excitement filled the air as the Handler
Candidates took their seats. Looking around, Al noted many signs and
several anatomical diagrams adorning the walls. One sign in particular was
hung quite prominently near the front of the room. It read as follows:
The Youth Training Center Standards of Conduct
1. Guests shall remain disrobed at all times. 2. Guests shall honor
all staff members' requests. 3. Guests shall make themselves available to
staff members at all times. 4. C.A.P. Devices shall remain in place at
all times. 5. Guests shall not speak unless instructed to do so. 6.
Guests shall maintain eye contact with their partner while being attended
to. 7. Guests shall remain silent while being attended to. 8.
Unsupervised fraternization between Guests is strictly forbidden.
These Standards are non-negotiable. Strict adherence to them is
mandatory.
Al felt an indescribable thrill. He would be forever grateful that he'd
happened upon the ad on the Internet that had led him to this incredible
new career opportunity. He also felt an immense sense of pride in the
knowledge that he'd been chosen out of a formidable group of applicants for
the specialized training program that he was now a part of. Not many men
his age would ever dream of the opportunities for personal fulfilment that
were about to be presented to him. Al squared his shoulders. A new life
awaited him, and he was up to the challenge.
"Good morning, gentlemen, and welcome," the man dressed in white said
from behind the podium standing to one side of the stage area at the front
of the room. "My name is Rob, and I will be your instructor for this
portion of your training. This class is entitled Continuous Anal Presence
- Theory and Practice. I have placed a copy of the class syllabus on each
of your desks." He paused and looked around the room, noting the remarkable
degree of attention on each face. He expected no less.
"What exactly is Continuous Anal Presence?" the senior Handler asked his
class. "During your careers at The Youth Training Center you will hear it
said many times that, `at TYTC, we believe the way to a girl's mind and
soul is through her abdominal passages; specifically, her anal passage."
Rob saw a few of the trainees scribble notes. He continued.
"It is a fact that for many reasons, not the least being our own lack of
attention, today's `modern woman' has become what we refer to as
`misaligned'," Rob stated in all seriousness. She has been misguided by
society to the point where she no longer recognizes her true purpose. She
is distracted and disoriented. The value system she's adopted has forced
her out of harmony with nature." Rob paused, allowing his students to
consider his words closely. "Of course, when confronted with this
knowledge, she will deny it vehemently. Having lost all perspective,
today's `Powerful Woman' exhibits a false sense of `male equivalence'. She
is willful and defiant of authority. In short, she is confused and without
purpose. Again, Rob paused, studying each Handler Candidate closely. To a
man they returned his gaze with expressions of cool resolve. Rob felt
proud to be in their company. These men represented the future. With firm
conviction he said, "As our mission statement describes so well, at TYTC,
`we will make it our business to remedy this embarrassing situation and
restore the female to her proper position in society.'"
Rob retrieved a small remote from behind the lectern as a large flat
screen monitor descended silently from the ceiling. "This device,
gentlemen," Rob said once again addressing his class, "more than any other,
enables us to accomplish that mission."
On the screen, an image appeared.
Excited murmurs erupted from the group of candidates. Rob waited for a
few moments before he continued. Then after clearing his throat, he said,
"What you see here on the monitor, gentlemen is our `Mark I' device." Rob
fell silent for a moment while the men looked closely at the image on the
screen.
"The `Mark I', C.A.P. Device was developed a little over six years
ago," the Handler Instructor began. "The forerunner to the more modern
devices, the original CAP was molded from hard, acrylic plastic. Shaped
like a small bomb, the early devices had a rounded tip for ease of
insertion then quicky gained girth to provide the bearer with a maximum
sense of presence. From its bulbous mid-section, the instrument tapered to
a narrow neck which was designed to capture the first anal sphincter,
effectively locking the unit into place. The butt end of the CAP was
flared in order to keep the anal opening dilated for ease of access. The
`Mark I', like its successors was worn with the butt end protruding
slightly from between the buttocks, so the CAP remained accessible to the
Guests' Handlers should she require assistance with her concentration," Rob
explained. "Everyone follow me so far?" he asked the class. The young men
nodded practically in unison. Every eye was on the screen.
"Every young lady who comes to us, regardless of her age, receives her
CAP within her first few hours in residence. It has been demonstrated time
and again that following the insertion of one of these instruments, a young
woman almost instantly gains focus. No matter how distracted and out of
harmony she has become prior to accepting her CAP, her thoughts are
inexorably drawn to that part of her body which is most important to a
young lady, her abdominal interior. From that moment on, not a minute
passes in her life without our Guest being forever reminded of her raison
d'etre."
After a brief pause, Rob pointed to one of the signs on the wall. "I'd
like to call your attention to our list of non-negotiable standards," he
said. The students followed his gesture. "Each of you should become
intimately familiar with these stipulations. A Guest must never be allowed
to disregard them." He waited while the trainees copied the list of eight
regulations. "Please note Standard number four," Rob went on. It states
quite simply that `C.A.P. Devices shall remain in place at all times'," he
quoted. "Guests are not permitted to remove their CAP's under any
circumstances." He paused to allow his remarks to sink in. "The only
persons authorized to remove a Guest's CAP Device is her assigned Handler
or a duly appointed representative."
Rob pressed a button on his remote and a new image appeared on the big
screen.
With a smile, Rob said proudly, "This little wonder, gentlemen, is the
Mark VI." He gestured toward the monitor. "You will find one of these
devices in the posterior abdominal passage of every young lady in this
facility when said passage is not being otherwise utilized." Noting
approvingly that he had the rapt attention of each of his young trainees,
Rob continued with his lecture.
"These newer generation devices, like their predecessors, are available
in a variety of sizes to fit the needs of every young lady. They are sized
by length and measured in inches. A size six, for example, is six inches
long." Everyone in the audience appeared to understand what he was saying,
so Rob continued.
"Approximately two years ago, our engineers deduced that a certain
amount of flexibility in the design might be desirable. Although the
apparatus must be rigid enough to provide a suitable amount of pressure
against the musculature of the rectum, it was discovered through testing,
that if the CAP is able to flex at its narrowest section, it will move with
the bearer, thereby maintaining maximum encroachment and presence, no
matter the attitude of a young lady's anal passage relative to the angle of
her spine." The sound of pen on paper could be heard above the whisper of
the air conditioning when Rob hesitated. "During a portion of the initial
design phase of the newer generation CAPs, it was also decided that a blunt
tip would be more advantageous than the older pointed end design. The
science behind this resolution is quite simple. First of all, there is no
need for a tapered tip, because by nature, the anal sphincter is eminently
expandable. In addition, by maintaining the device's full diameter over a
larger portion of its length, a greater internal mass is assured where it
really counts. Our Handler's quickly discovered, for example, that even
with the instrument flexed at a forty-five degree angle, the increased
barrel diameter transmitted a far greater amount of force to the bearer's
interior when her CAP was manipulated sharply during disciplinary
proceedings."
Rob again paused. Then when his Handler Candidates looked up from their
notes, he said sincerely. "Gentlemen, I want you to understand that we at
TYTC are forever indebted to the men and women of our Research and Design
Department for this and many other significant discoveries. Without their
continued efforts, we would ultimately fail in our mission. We owe them a
lot."
"OK then," Rob continued after a moment. "As mentioned earlier, C.A.P.
Devices come in many sizes. So how then do we determine the right size for
a particular young lady? Any guesses?" He looked expectantly around the
room.
A few seconds passed, then a hand went up in the back. Rob nodded in
his direction. "Yes, you, sir. Go ahead."
Hesitantly the trainee stood. "You.. Ah.. We," he corrected himself,
"must have an instrument with which we can measure her internally," the
young man ventured.
Rob smiled. "A good guess," he responded. He was happy to hear the
young candidate refer to himself as part of the team. "Actually we do use
such a device to measure our Guests' vaginal capacity and muscle tone. You
will learn more about that instrument and others at a later date. The
C.A.P. Device, however, even though it is an integral part of her
conditioning, is measured in a more rudimentary fashion. Yet another image
appeared on the monitor. This one was a diagram of the internal workings
of the female reproductive system.
"As this diagram depicts, a Guest's CAP size is determined by one simple
measurement. That is the distance, in inches, from her clitoral hood to
her anus." A few mutters were heard from the audience of trainees.
Ignoring them, Rob went on. "We can be exacting in this measurement by
using a pair of calipers, but after a surprisingly short time in the field,
you will find that you can judge her size quite accurately by using your
thumb and middle finger to span the distance between these two points."
After a pause, Rob asked, "Any questions before we move on?"
There were none.
The man in white coveralls stepped from behind the podium, and the big
flat screen retracted into the ceiling.
"Very well then," he said. "Now that you all understand the theory
behind the Continuous Anal Presence Device, let's see how effective it is
in application. As if on cue, the door hissed open at the rear of the
classroom. All heads turned, and all eyes followed as a lovely, dark
haired young lady was led by the hand down the center aisle between the
seated candidates. Her Handler maneuvered the young brunette up onto the
stage and turned her to face the class. She was, of course, completely
naked. Her white coverall clad escort then stepped behind her, keeping his
right hand on the girl's right shoulder.
Turning to his class, Rob said, "Gentlemen, I would like to introduce,
Miss Tamara Ellis." The young beauty stood gazing resolutely out at the men
seated before her.
She was lovely, with a breathtaking face, thick brunette hair that hung
over one shoulder and down almost to her waist, pert little breasts, a
narrow waist, flat tummy and broad hips. Between her muscular thighs
bloomed an enticing triangle of dark curls. Although she stood perfectly
still with her head up, facing the group of men who calmly appraised her,
her apprehension could be seen in her dark eyes.
"Miss Ellis is fifteen and a half years old and has been with us for
just over three weeks. Her Principal Handler's name is Norman," Rob said,
leaving the podium and crossing the stage to stand in front of the girl and
her escort. Rob looked briefly in the direction of the seated candidates
saying, "Gentlemen, first I will demonstrate what we refer to at TYTC as
`The Standard Greeting'." Then he looked back at the pretty teenager.
Behind her, the young girl's Handler rested his left hand lightly on her
hip. "Good morning, Miss Ellis. You are looking well today," Rob said
politely to her.
A gasp was heard from someone in the audience when the senior Handler
casually reached down and slipped his fingers into the tight dark curls
between her legs. His palm cupped the fullness of her womanhood. For a
fraction of a second, the girl dropped her eyes from his as she
instinctively glanced downward. Then quickly realizing her impropriety,
she looked back up into the man's eyes. Her facial expressions plainly
portrayed her inner conflict, as she struggled to maintain control. She
bit her lower lip and trembled slightly. Keeping his expression completely
neutral, Rob began to knead the girl's supple flesh. In a brief moment of
weakness, Miss Tamara Ellis lost control, and pulled her hips back ever so
slightly. Her pretty face quickly expressed her remorse, but it was too
late.
Unseen by the class, Tamara's Principal Handler dropped his hand behind
her rounded little bottom. Then holding his fingers together stiffly, the
man began to deliver a series of sharp pats to the round plug shaped object
which protruded from between her shapely buttocks.
What the seated Handler Candidates did see was the teenager's eyes
abruptly grow wider and her nostrils flare slightly. What was most
noticeable, however, was the manner in which she began to thrust her hips
forward as though she were intentionally rubbing herself against their
instructor's hand. Rob smiled down at the distressed young girl and
continued to handle her resilient flesh for several minutes, before finally
removing his hand and turning toward his students.
"What you have just witnessed here, gentlemen is a prime example of how
effective the TYTC Program truly is." Rob placed one hand on the pretty
teenager's bare shoulder and with the other, he began to toy with her firm
breasts, squeezing and pinching while he went on with his lecture.
"Just three weeks ago, Miss Ellis came to us, a typical product of the
society in which she was raised. Many man hours have since been invested
in Miss Ellis in order for her to achieve this degree of acceptance. In
just three short weeks, our young lady has evolved into a useful member of
society. Miss Ellis owes a large portion of her achievement to this." With
that, Rob took the girl by the shoulders and turned her around so that she
faced away from the audience. True to her training, however, she
obediently looked over her shoulder at the group of Handler Candidates.
"As you can see, Miss Ellis, like all of our Guests is equipped with a
C.A.P. Device. Miss Ellis is a healthy young lady and is able to accept a
size seven device." Rob reached down and took hold of the rounded object
that lay nestled between the girl's shapely buttocks. Slowly he twisted
the instrument with his finger tips much like one would operated the dial
of a combination lock. Briefly the pretty teenager glanced at him
questioningly then back at the class.
"May I have a volunteer to come forward and assist me, please," the
senior Handler asked unexpectedly. Every hand in the room hastily went up.
With a laugh, Rob pointed to a young man in the second row. "You, sir," he
said. Then he added, "Don't worry, you'll all get plenty of opportunities
for practice during your tenure here.
The young man stood from his desk and walked forward. All eyes were on
him. He was a reasonably attractive man in his middle thirties. He was
tall and of muscular build with sandy blond hair and cool, ice blue eyes.
"Good morning," Rob said, extending his hand. The man took it and they
shook. He remained silent. "May I ask your name, sir?" the senior Handler
then asked his student.
"Nigel," he replied tersely. He glanced somewhat nervously at the naked
teenager standing no more than three feet away, then looked back at his
instructor.
"Hello, Nigel," Rob said in a friendly voice. "I've asked you to come
forward to give you the opportunity to actually feel what it's like to
insert a C.A.P. Device. Very soon, this procedure will become second
nature to you, but everyone must try it first under supervision. Do you
understand?" Nigel nodded that he did. "Very well," Rob said. "First,
however, I want you to turn and be introduced properly to our Guest." Then
the senior Handler placed his hand on Nigel's shoulder, and turned him
toward the young girl. "Just do exactly as you saw me do earlier," Rob
explained to Nigel. "Her Handler, Norman will be right there behind her
should she require encouragement, but it appears that Miss Ellis is
behaving, at least for the time being."
Then turning to address the entire class, Rob said, "It is important to
note that young ladies in their teenage years can be extremely
unpredictable. One minute, she's obedient and submissive like Miss Ellis
here, and the next she'll become combative, without any discernable
provocation. You must always bear this in mind, in particular if you are
her Principal Handler," Rob explained to the group. Then he turned back to
the trainee on stage with him.
"You may place one hand on her shoulder if you wish, but it is not
required," Rob instructed. He waited patiently for a moment. He could
tell the young trainee was hesitant to put his hands on the girl. Rob was
a little surprised by this. He made a mental note to work with Nigel more
closely to be certain that the young man would be able to overcome his
reluctance. Hesitation in the presence of a Guest is not advisable. "Go
ahead, please, Nigel," Rob prompted the young man. Then seemingly jokingly
he added, "One should never keep a young girl waiting. Simply reach out
and cup her vulva in your hand, and while you do, pay attention to her
reaction," Rob instructed. "She should not flinch or pull away from you.
She should also maintain direct eye contact with you at all times until
such a time as you remove your hand from her person and dismiss her."
Slowly the Handler Candidate moved his hand downward. This would be the
first time he'd ever touched a girl without her permission. It was
exhilarating, to say the least.
"You may address her, if you wish," Rob coached from his side. "But it
is not required that you speak to her at all. What is important is that
you touch her in a meaningful way, and that she allows you to do so without
protest." Rob kept his eyes locked on the girl's face, always on the alert
for signs of defiance or rebellion. He watched Tamara make one prolonged
blink, before she returned her eyes to those of the young candidate. Her
facial expression became ever so slightly more troubled in appearance.
"Good morning, Miss Ellis," the young man said. Her dark pubic fur
rasped softly between his fingers. She was very warm beneath his touch,
and in retrospect, Nigel would recall that he felt the distinct presence of
moisture between her firm thighs.
Tamara Ellis was, of course, on a regular maintenance dosage of
Thelazine, which despite the conditions of their meeting, gently coaxed her
"inner female" to respond to Nigel's touch. Thelazine and many other
designer chemical compounds will be discussed in greater detail at a future
class, but sufficed to say at this time, Thelazine is neither an
aphrodisiac nor a mind altering drug. To the contrary, its subtle
influences are barely noticeable to the subject. The drug simply
encourages the female to "listen" to those natural messages that her body
communicates to her, rather than to ignore or suppress them.
Nigel was so absorbed in touching the beautiful brunette that at first
he didn't hear Rob speak to him. "Ah...hum," the Handler cleared his
throat. Nigel jumped in surprise, then looked in Rob's direction. He did
not, however, remove his hand from Tamara.
"Let's turn her around so we can better manipulate her CAP, and allow
the rest of the class to follow what we do," Rob suggested. Reluctantly,
Nigel nodded his consent. Then he continued to stare piercingly into the
teenager's brown eyes as he removed his hand from between her legs.
"Turn for us, please, Miss Ellis," Rob said to the slightly shaken girl.
"Nigel really `connected' with her," Rob noted as the girl slowly faced the
other way. "That's just fine," the senior Handler instructed at last.
"Now, if you would, please, Nigel. I want you to remove Miss Ellis' CAP
for us."
Startled, the teenager gave Rob a very concerned look, then turned to
her Principal, Norman. "It's OK, Miss Ellis," Norman said.
Tamara had learned in a relatively short period of time, that the
hideous instrument these demented men had placed into her rear end was not
ever to be removed other than by the man named Norman. She'd seen other
young women suffer the consequences for disobedience, and she did not care
to join their ranks. It had taken awhile, but finally her bowel had
acclimated to the presence inside of her. It seemed to be, however, all
she could think about most of the time. Twice a day, Norman would remove
the device so that Tamara could use the toilet. Then it was quickly
replaced, and that all encompassing dull, throbbing sense of fullness would
once more become the focal point of her waking thoughts.
"I give you permission to allow, Nigel to remove your CAP, Miss Ellis,"
Norman said to the troubled teen. She looked unsure, but slowly, after
glancing back at Nigel again, the girl leaned forward a bit, placing one
hand on her upper thigh to steady herself.
"Very good, Miss Ellis. You have learned a good deal," Rob complimented
the girl. "Now, Nigel, if you would please, grasp the butt end of the
device firmly in one hand. Often it helps to place your other hand on the
Guest's hip to steady her," he explained. "Then with one fluid motion,
twist the CAP and pull it from Miss Ellis' bowel."
Nigel took his instructor's suggestion and placed one hand on the
teenager'`s left hip. Then almost gingerly, he grabbed the round plug with
his right hand. It was warm to the touch. Nigel thought he could feel the
girl flex internally through the composite material of the CAP. Later he
would come to understand that was precisely what he'd felt. He gazed down
at Miss Ellis' perfect posterior, her narrow waist and strong back. Then
after taking a deep breath, Nigel twisted and pulled.
At first, the device didn't seem to want to be extracted. It was a
natural reaction for a Guest to "grip" her CAP when was manipulated in any
manner. Then after a slight shiver that was also transmitted through the
dense material, Tamara relaxed, and Nigel was able to extract the seven
inch long lozenge shaped CAP from her body. When at last he held the warm
plastic torpedo in his hand, Nigel marveled at its size and the fact that
seconds ago it had been inside the lovely girl.
"Well done," Rob complimented the trainee.
As he spoke, Norman placed his hand on his Guest's shoulder and turned
her to face the audience. Without further ado, Norman then dropped his
hand behind the teenager and slipped his middle finger into her. The
precepts of C.A.P. dictated that unless absolutely necessary, Guests
should never be without a centering presence. By adhering to a simple set
of guidelines, successful conditioning is virtually guaranteed.
"I suspect you felt the young lady try to "hold on" to her CAP when you
first pulled on it?" Rob asked the young Handler Candidate.
"Yeah, I thought I was imagining things at first," Nigel replied. He
seemed to be more relaxed now, Rob noted.
"I understand ," the Handler/Instructor responded. Then turning to face
the class, he explained. "It is a perfectly normal reaction for the anal
sphincter to close around an impaling instrument whenever its position is
disturbed. Additionally, the high density composite material from which
the Mark VI C.A.P. is fashioned, is designed to conduct even the slightest
vibration down the length of the appliance, and deliver it with little to
no attenuation to the bearer's interior. When the butt end of the CAP is
struck during disciplinary proceedings, the shock of the blow is delivered
directly to the base of the subject's spine. So," Rob continued. "The
Guest will actually embrace the instrument of her subjugation. Ironic,
isn't it," he added with a smile.
Tamara stood staring blankly out at the small group of men who sat at
their desks, furiously scribbling notes. It looked, for all intents and
purposes, like a typical class at a typical community college. The pretty
teenager tried to follow what was being said, but her Handler, Norman
insisted upon moving his impaling digit slowly in and out, then side to
side. It was thoroughly distracting.
"Alright, then," Rob said after giving his students a few minutes to
complete their notes. "I am going to let Nigel try installing the CAP into
our young lady. I want you all to watch very closely as I walk him through
it. One day very soon, you will be as familiar with this procedure as you
are with tying your shoes. The first attempt, however, can be a little
tricky, particularly if the Guest resists."
In preparation for the demonstration, Norman turned Tamara around once
again. This time he stood beside her so that he could still reach her
shapely little bottom. In this manner, the professional man maintained
presence while the trainee got himself organized.
"When you are ready, Nigel, Norman I want you to hold the CAP in the
palm of your right hand." The young candidate did as he was instructed.
Rob produced a tube of lubricant from his kit at the back of his coverall.
"Lubrication is not mandatory, but in this instance, I am going to
recommend it," the Handler said, squeezing a small dollop onto the tip of
the device. He replaced the lubricant into his belt pouch. "Now grasp the
device by wrapping your thumb, second and little fingers around its narrow
section. OK," Rob said checking the trainee's grip. "Now I want you to
extend your index and first fingers along the shaft of the CAP. It will
look like you're giving a Cub Scout salute if you get it right." Seeing
that Nigel was having some difficulty, Rob helped him position his fingers
correctly. "During insertion, you hold the CAP with the two extended
fingers beneath it. Like this," Rob explained. Then he took Nigel by the
wrist and rotated his hand into the proper orientation. "OK, when you're
all set, Norman will discontinue manual presence. At that time, I want you
first to instruct Miss Ellis to spread her feet to shoulder width then
press the tip of the CAP Device against the very top of the crack between
her buttocks."
"I'm ready," Nigel said confidently. "Spread your feet to shoulder
width, please, Miss Ellis," the Handler Candidate said once Norman had
withdrawn his hand. Rob was happy to see that the young man spoke firmly
but politely. Nigel then took the girl by her left hip with his free hand.
With the other he positioned the CAP as he'd been instructed, then he
hesitated, unsure of how to proceed.
"OK. Keeping the device perpendicular to her body, as smoothly as
possible, slide the tip of the CAP down her crack, reaching as far forward
between her legs as you are able to. Be sure to hold the device
perpendicular to her body," Rob repeated for extra measure, "and the tip
pressed against her. You should pass over both her anal and her vaginal
openings," the Handler instructed. "Once you have reached as far forward
as you can between her legs, reverse directions, and pull the device back
toward you. We call this the `Dip Down - Pull Back Maneuver'," the
Handler/Instructor added. "With practice, you will be able to perform this
procedure in one fluid motion," Rob explained. "You'll also learn to
recognize her reactions when the tip of the CAP passes over her openings.
You'll feel her tense up slightly. Just remember to keep the CAP
perpendicular to her body, then on the `Pull Back' begin to press upward
harder. "Pull Back' past her vaginal opening then push up firmly with the
tips of your extended fingers. Using this technique, it's impossible to
miss. If you maintain adequate upward pressure on the barrel of the device
with your fingers, the tip will automatically dip into the anal opening.
Again, pay attention to her reactions," Rob reminded his attentive student.
"Until you gain some experience, you can extend the tips of your fingers of
the hand you have on her hip there," Rob nodded toward Nigel's left hand,
"onto the side of her belly. When the tip of the CAP drops into her anal
gateway, you'll feel her stomach muscles flex beneath your finger tips.
It's a reflex action. She can't prevent it from happening," Rob assured
the Handler Candidate. Once the tip finds her opening, all you have to do
is transfer your grip back a little on the barrel of the device, and send
it home. Even if she clamps down, the design of the CAP will dilate the
sphincter. A twist of the wrist or two may be necessary in extreme cases,
but otherwise ingress is assured," Rob explained in an attempt to instill
confidence in the young Handler Candidate. "Go for it!" Rob said. "Dip
Down Pull Back."
The procedure was actually much easier than it sounded. Nigel felt the
teenager tremble slightly when he dipped the tip forward between her
muscular thighs. He felt her tummy flex, just like Rob said it would when
he pulled back across her vaginal opening. Then almost like magic, he felt
the tip of the CAP drop upward into the girl's anal opening. Nigel heard
her inhale and hold her breath. He dropped his fingers back slightly on
the barrel of the poised instrument then pushed up. He felt a slight
resistance just before her sphincter fell to the assault on her gates, then
the device slipped inside. It was as though her anatomy assisted him when
she reflexively clamped down on the tapered neck of the CAP. Nigel felt
her pull the instrument into herself. When his palm came to rest against
the warm globes of her shapely buttocks, Nigel knew he'd succeeded. He
stood up straight and smiled proudly in the direction of his classmates.
"You see. Noting to it," Rob said after clapping Nigel on the back good
naturedly. "Now allow me to demonstrate what a lot of practice will do for
you." Turning to Norman, Rob asked permission to remove the girl's CAP once
again. After glancing in the direction of the seated young men, Rob
ordered the pretty brunette to spread her feet to shoulder width. In a
twinkling, the man in white coveralls held the girl's CAP up in his hand.
No one had seen him do it. Even Nigel who stood just a few feet away
missed it. "Now watch closely," Rob instructed his class. Then to Tamara
he murmured, "Just hold still Miss Ellis." As the young candidates looked
on, Rob casually dropped his hand behind the girl. Two seconds later his
hand was empty. Only the widening of Tamara's brown eyes and the momentary
bulging out of her flat tummy revealed the fact that Rob had CAP'd her.
Excited murmurs and mutterings erupted from the class. Rob had made his
point.
"After lunch," Rob began once the noise subsided. "I will provide the
class with enough Guests so that each of you will have a chance to practice
both measurement and insertion technique. But for now, we'll break for two
hours. Please be back here by 1330 hrs.. That is all, gentlemen," Rob
said, dismissing the men.
As the trainees were gathering their notebooks and other belongings,
Norman unexpectedly spoke up. "Gentlemen, if anyone is interested, I can
use a couple of volunteers to attend to Miss Ellis for an hour or so. Her
conditioning program dictates that she entertain a lover or lovers four
times a day. It'll be an unsupervised activity. You may use one of the
Special Encounter Rooms, if you wish. From what I've heard, she's an
acceptable lover, although I understand she lacks vaginal muscle stamina."
Beside him, Tamara Ellis looked slightly shocked, but knew better than to
speak out of turn. "Well, any takers?" Norman asked as if he were passing
out free tickets to the county fair.
Two Handler Candidates stepped forward. Tamara eyed them warily. One
was an older men, perhaps twenty-five years her senior. The other looked
to be approximately the same age as her Primary Handler. In any case,
Tamara was about to get to know both of them a lot better.
Something was definitely going on up ahead. The group of three young
men looked at one another questioningly as they continued up the long main
corridor.
To all outward appearances the trio looked like graduate students on
their way to class. All three men were in their early to mid thirties.
Each carried a notebook under his arm. Each had an intense look about him,
serious and studious. But these were not ordinary students, and this was
no ordinary institution.
There was an intersection in the wide corridor a few yards distant, and
the loud commotion seemed to come from one of the divergent hallways.
A scream was heard, then a female voice shouted angrily, "Let me go you
bastards!" The sounds of a pronounced struggle were followed by a piercing
shriek. As the three young men arrived at the junction, they looked to the
right in the direction of the on-going pandemonium.
The students' first impression of the young lady responsible for all the
noise was of her legs only. They were shapely and long and held widely
apart by two large men dressed in distinctive white coveralls. Between
them, the rear end of a third white coverall clad man bobbed up and down
rhythmically. From a distance the three students could plainly see that
the young woman was battling mightily in the hands of her assailants, but
each of the two men held one of her ankles in his powerful hands, rendering
the girl's struggles rather unproductive. A fourth man crouched behind the
loving company and was apparently responsible for restraining the girl's
arms and upper body.
Over the animated group, stood yet another man. He also was dressed in
white coveralls, but this particular individual possessed a somewhat
different air. Perhaps it was the way he stood. His posture bespoke
sternness and authority. He watched the proceedings before him with
analytical detachment as though he was evaluating the performance of the
men who attended to the young female.
He looked up as the trio of students approached. "Can I help you,
gentlemen?" he asked cordially. His indifference to what amounted to a
forcible rape at his feet was astounding. "You must be part of the group
of new Handler Candidates that arrived today," he said.
"Yes, sir," one of the young men answered. Then he, like his two
companions, stareddown at the scene on the floor.
"Just your typical disciplinary exercise, gentlemen," the Senior Handler
said with anindifferent chuckle. He always found it amusing to observe the
reactions of new recruits upon first witnessing many of the instructional
techniques employed by TheYouth Training Center. "Miss Randal here has
been in our care for almost two weeks, but she continues to be willful and
contemptuous of authority," the man explained.
"Nnnno! Get off of me you bastard!" the young woman cried breathlessly.
The man who was in charge of restraining the girl's upper body leaned
over her and stared down into her angry brown eyes. "Silence, Miss
Randal," he ordered.
"Fuck you!" the young woman shrieked. Then she uttered a most
unladylike grunt when her lover rammed her forcefully. The pretty brunette
writhed beneath the big man in white. The muscles of her smooth thighs
flexed on either side of her lover's hips as she struggled in an attempt to
wrest her ankles free of the powerful hands of the pair of men who
restrained her. Abruptly the girl turned her face toward the trainees, who
stood gawking at her like school boys. It was the first really good look
the three students had gotten of her. She was indeed a handsome young
lady.
Casey Randal was sixteen years old, and until two weeks ago she enjoyed
the carefree life of a typical teenaged girl. Her trim body and
exceptional good looks afforded Casey the luxury of having quite a large
entourage of eligible young men who actively sought after her company.
Her parents just recently moved to the medium sized mid-western town and
enrolled their daughter in the local public high school. The curriculum
being taught there was a little behind that of the private eastern all
girl's school she'd come from, so Casey was advanced to the eleventh grade,
making her the youngest girl in the Junior Class.
Not many months passed before Casey caught the roving eye of Mr. Gerald
Williams. Mr. Williams was one of the Guidance Counselors at the school
and had been suspected in the past of fraternizing with his students,
although nothing was ever proven. Mr. Williams had a way of making the
female students feel strangely uncomfortable in his presence and as a
result, most had learned to keep their distance from him whenever possible.
All except for the "new kid on the block".
Using the pretense of advising Casey about her academic future, Mr.
Williams set up several meetings with the young girl. At these encounters
Williams questioned the girl extensively regarding her situation at home,
her social life and of course, her scholastic ambitions. From this
seemingly innocent line of questioning, Williams determined that although
the pretty teenager was the object of many a young lad's dreams and
desires, she made a habit of keeping to herself. In a very short period of
time the guidance counselor was able to establish a reasonably accurate
schedule of the girl's comings and goings, which he promptly turned over to
the good people at The Youth Training Center. One week later Miss Casey
Randal mysteriously vanished. An exhaustive investigation and search was
conducted by both local and state law enforcement agencies. Even the FBI
was called in to assist in locating the missing girl, but to no avail. For
all intents and purposes Miss Casey Elizabeth Randal had disappeared from
the face of the Earth.
"Huh...Huh... Gnnnnnnn!" the pretty brunette groaned loudly when her
lover unleashed a virtual torrent of hot, viscous fluid bearing his seed
into her interior. He thrust himself into her forcefully two or three more
times, causing her girl to moan pitifully.
"Silence, young lady," Casey's most recent lover said hoarsely as the
last of his offerings flowed into her. "Guests shall remain silent while
being attended to," he said, quoting one of the TYTC Standards of Behavior.
She closed her eyes and looked away from him in dismay and disgust. "Look
at me, Miss Randal," the man quickly corrected her. With one hand he
reached down, grabbed her none too gently by her chin and turned her face
toward his. Then he unexpectedly rammed her quite hard, causing her dark
brown eyes to fly open in surprise and pain. "Guests shall maintain direct
eye contact with their partner while being attended to," he recited flatly.
While the three astonished students looked on, he thrust himself into the
stricken girl several more times while he gazed directly into her
distressed eyes.
Carefully noting every change in her facial expression, the man in white
looked for the telltale signs of compliance and submission. When after a
few moments time, he saw none, the Handler looked up at the group of
spellbound trainees and said, "Miss Randal could use a bit more
encouragement. Would one of you gentlemen mind taking a turn with her?" he
asked.
The three young men were speechless and stood staring dumbly down at the
man for several seconds. With a chuckle, the Attending Handler turned and
nodded to one of his assistants who immediately released the teenager's
left ankle, allowing her leg to the floor. The other assistant followed
suit, then without comment, the Handler dismounted and stood up between the
girl's legs. He kept his eye on the recalcitrant beauty at his feet while
he replaced himself into his coveralls and zipped up, or down as was the
case. The coveralls of a TYTC Handler have a double action zipper, so that
they can be zipped up or down as required. "Let's not be shy," the
professional man said jokingly, addressing the group of dumbfounded
students. He winked at the Senior Handler. "This, after all," he said
gesturing toward the girl on the floor, "is why you are here. Now who's it
gonna be?"
At last, one of the trainees spoke up. After eyeing the other two
students, he offered, "I'll do it."
"Very well," the Handler who'd just recently disengaged himself from the
pretty brunette said. Then looking down at the girl, he ordered, "Miss
Randal, I expect you to allow this young man to attend to you now. Do you
understand?" He waited for several moments, and when there was no reply
from the stubborn girl, he stated flatly, "Miss Randal, we can do this the
hard way or the easy way, but one way or another, you are going to take
this man as your lover. Do I make myself clear? Answer me, young lady,"
the Handler added quite harshly.
Her facial expression portrayed her distress as Casey gazed up from the
floor at the dispassionate faces of the men standing over her. The Handler
who had remained kneeling at her shoulders smiled down at her,
patronizingly.
Since being brought to this terrible place, Casey had been raped no less
than four to five times a day for the last two weeks. You'd think by now
that she would be numb to the experience, but it was somehow different with
these men. They seemed to know how to control and direct her sexuality.
At the same time, their wicked attentions both disgusted and excited her.
Casey knew that she'd been given several specialized medications, and she
suspected that one or more of them might be responsible for the conflicting
sensations and emotions she felt, but she had no real way of knowing for
certain. They'd told her that one of the injections they gave her was a
contraceptive agent. Casey sincerely hoped that was true. She couldn't
imagine the horror of becoming pregnant with the spawn of one of these
demented monsters. Yesterday, she'd actually had an orgasm after being
raped for nearly an hour. The very thought of the incident sickened her,
but she could not deny that it had happened. She'd done everything in her
power at the time to disguise the signs and symptoms from her defiler, but
Casey suspected that the man knew anyway.
She'd been made to mount the man in the kneeling position facing him,
with her knees spread on either side of his hips. He'd then lain perfectly
still, allowing her to bounce herself on his impaling member. When it
happened, Casey had shuddered all over, but had thankfully remained silent.
"How could I do such a thing!" the pretty teenager had berated herself
for hours afterward. She felt as if her own body had betrayed her, and the
emotional reverberations of the occurrence were utterly soul rending.
Little did Casey know that with some subtle encouragement from the
designer drug Thelazine, she had merely borne out that which we know to be
true. And that is that, "Given a suitable amount of sexual impetus by a
partner or apparatus, employing the proper techniques, for an adequate
period of time, any female, regardless of the circumstances of her
involvement, will eventually become an active and willing participant in
the association." This precept is, of course, the corner stone of The Youth
Training Center's ideology. It has been and will continue to be proven
time and again by countless young women as they progress through their
training.
"Answer me, Miss Randal," the Attending Handler insisted, jolting Casey
out of the nightmares of the past, and back into the current one.
"W...what?" she responded, confused.
"I asked you if you intend to cooperate and allow this gentleman to
attend to you. By the way, what is your name, sir?" the Attending Handler
asked, turning to the volunteer-minded young man.
"R..Rick," the student Handler stammered.
"Very well, Rick. I want you to go ahead and take Miss Randal at your
leisure. You may take as much or as little time with her as you wish. If
you prefer her in another position, on her knees for example, we can
arrange that. If she decides not to cooperate or offers any kind of
resistance, she will be restrained for you. Do you understand?"
The Handler Candidate looked from the face of the man dressed in white
down to the lovely young girl on the floor and then back up. "I...I guess
so," he replied a bit sheepishly.
"Good," the Attending Handler said. "Miss Randal, I must assume that
you intend to cooperate." He glared down at the girl. After a long
hesitation, she at last nodded her head meekly.
"Excellent," the Senior Handler who'd been monitoring the progression of
the exercise thought to himself. "If she truly did cooperate, this would
be a first for this one, and a major turning point in her conditioning
program."
"How would you like her positioned, Rick?" the Attending Handler asked.
"Like she is will be fine," the young man replied a bit more
confidently.
"Very well. Please proceed," the older man instructed.
Rick was a little bashful at first about undressing before an audience.
It reminded him of his college days and the one or two gang bangs he'd
attended. Then as he looked down at the lovely young brunette at his feet,
his expression became hungrier. He unbuckled his trousers and dropped them
to his ankles. There was a pronounced bulge in his jockey shorts as the
young trainee kicked his feet out of his pant legs then stepped between the
teenager's calves. Rick smiled at the girl's reaction when he stripped off
his underwear, revealing his manhood to her. He'd seen that same startled
expression before. Rick was rather well endowed. The professional
Handlers as well as his colleagues in training looked on approvingly as
Rick knelt between Casey's knees, forcing her to spread her legs farther
apart for him.
Everything within Casey that was female cried out to rebel against this
latest attack upon her person, yet everything about her that was female lay
spellbound as she stared in stunned silence at the approach of the titan.
She felt the man's knees press against the soft flesh of her inner thighs
coaxing them apart. "Look at him, Miss Randal," Casey heard her Attending
Handler command, but she could not tear her eyes from the fleshy log that
the man named Rick was about to serve up to her.
"Huuuuhhhh," she huffed when what felt like a superheated billiard ball
pressed against her outer gates. Casey forced herself to look up at the
young man's face, but her gaze was quickly drawn back downward when she
felt herself begin to dilate with alarmingly rapidity.
"Silence, Miss Randal!" the older Handler snapped. Then he again
quoted. "Guests shall remain silent while being attended to."
Casey opened her mouth in a silent cry when she felt what could only be
described as the overwhelming process of male intrusion begin. "Look at
your lover, Miss Randal. You know the rules," she was instructed from
above. Although the teenager obediently faced her new companion, her eyes
would not focus on his face. They were instead, turned inward, "watching"
as her lover inched his way into her. "Raise your knees, Miss Randal," the
Attending Handler said after he knelt beside her right shoulder. "Raise
your legs up and angle your vagina to better accept your lover," he coached
more patiently when he recognized the signs of "womb centering" on the
girl's face. She exhibited that familiar expression of confusion and
wonder. Her eyes were wide, glassy and unfocused. "It's a little early
for this," the older professional man remarked to himself. "Perhaps it's
the Thelazine." He'd have to make a note in the young lady's file later on.
Her knees came up.
Rick had been with several women in his time, but this girl was by far
the youngest. He'd often dreamed of lying with "jail bait", but had never
thought the possibility of prison time would be worth it. Had he known
Miss Casey Elizabeth Randal back then, he might have reconsidered. This
little girl was quite remarkable. As her firm thighs rose slowly on either
side of his hips Rick felt her come into alignment. With only about two of
his full eleven inch mass tucked into her, Rick still had a lot to offer
the teenager. He gazed down at her flushed face as he pumped his hips up
and down quickly two or three times, moving himself just inside of her
entrance. He was rewarded with a look of curious concern on her pretty
face. Rick paused briefly as he rocked his weight forward more onto his
hands in preparation for "launch". Then with an unexpectedly vigorous
thrust of his hips, he propelled himself into the youngster, infusing her
completely with all that was male. Rick's advance was accompanied by the
sweet sputtering sound of escaping compressed air chattering between his
impaling shaft and the clutching walls of Casey's vagina.
"Uuhhhhhh!" the teenager exhaled violently. Her eyes were the size of
dinner plates. Casey had never experienced such abundance. It felt to her
like the head of the man's penis was lodged in the back of her throat.
"Silence, Miss Randal!" the Attending Handler reminded the distracted
girl.
Rick gazed down at the exquisite young lady beneath him. She was
proving to be as dazzlingly lovely on the inside as she was on the outside.
Rick enjoyed the entry process more than any other facet of love making.
He loved to look into a girl's eyes and to see his presence reflected
therein. He fully understood and heartily agreed with the Center's rule
about maintaining eye contact.
Rick would later receive many hours of instruction, which would serve to
augment what he intuitively knew, and that was how vitally important it is
for the male to constantly monitor and control the female's state of
arousal during love making.
At TYTC, we believe that control over the female of our species was
originally lost in the bedroom. Sexual equity lead to sexual equality
which was simply never meant to be. Holding true to this conviction, The
Youth Training Center adopted the philosophy that in order to remedy and
eventually reverse the downward slide into gender equality, which we
strongly believe will inevitably lead to matriarchal dominance, the
corrective measures taken must certainly be sexual in nature. Never in the
long history of TYTC has a Guest ever been struck or battered. All
disciplinary actions and corrective measures are doled out sexually.
Rick was, at that very moment, reaping the benefits of this philosophy.
As he pushed himself deeper into his young companion, Rick experienced a
different kind of thrill, knowing that he took the girl against her will.
Whereas he'd always enjoyed the facial expressions of his past consensual
lovers during entry, Rick experienced a new and astonishing silent rapport
with this young lady. The shared knowledge that while just moments ago
she'd fought with a lover who hadn't been of her choosing, and now she
admitted him into her depths, brought the two of them closer together.
Beneath the glimmer of surprise and wonder in her brown eyes, lurked the
certainty that should she resist, she would be forced. The conquered and
the conqueror. The New Order had to begin somewhere, and each day at The
Youth Training Center these very same seeds of social stability were being
planted.
Glancing downward, Rick noted that their pubic hairs were at last
intertwined. Miss Casey Elizabeth Randal was fully involved. She was
marvelously tight, and she treated Rick to some unintentional vaginal
calisthenics as her muscles contracted and relaxed fitfully. Rick also
noticed an unfamiliar pressure against the under side of his penis as he
held himself inside of the young beauty for several minutes while her body
adjusted itself around him. It was an odd sensation.
What Rick felt, of course, was Casey's C.A.P. Device. In addition to
providing the young lady with a constant focal point of presence and
fulfillment, the dense composite device situated deeply in her anal passage
just millimeters away from her lover's penis, added a whole new dimension
to vaginal intercourse. Rick, being unfamiliar with the device and its
potential, was not able to fully take advantage of its capabilities.
Later, however, after more training and practice, the young Handler
Candidate would learn to how angle himself in such a manner so as to
provide a young lady with a breathtakingly thorough experience. At
present, however, the young trainee had no working knowledge of C.A.P.
theory and practice. He'd heard about the program, but that was all. Not
sure exactly how to deal with the foreign object, Rick began to move
himself gingerly inside of the tight young girl. Casey looked up at the
young student, her face filled with concern.
The Attending Handler who crouched nearby immediately suspected the
reason behind the trainee's tentative efforts. "Don't worry about her CAP,
Rick. It will shift with your strokes," the older man assured the Handler
Candidate. "Raise your knees up higher, please, Miss Randal."
The slight change in her vaginal attitude allowed Rick to move even
deeper. He felt the hard presence inside of the pretty teenager shift and
let him pass, just like the man promised. His expression brightened
noticeably.
"You see. What did I tell you," the Attending Handler exclaimed. "Now
let's see what you can do for her." Rick nodded enthusiastically then began
to administer deeply penetrating thrusts to Miss Casey Randal.
She realized that once again she was being raped, but that fact didn't
seem to carry quite the weight it had just a few minutes ago. In part this
was due to Casey's state of near exhaustion. She'd entertained two other
lovers already that morning. The relatively high dosage of Thelazine that
she was being given was also responsible for her apparent lack of concern
for her physical well being. And then there was the man's sheer size.
Prior to being brought to the Center, Casey led a somewhat prudish life.
She enjoyed the attentions of the opposite sex, but only if they kept their
distance. Casey had taken a lover when she was just fifteen, but it had
been a less than enriching experience for her, an experience that she'd
repeated on only one other occasion thereafter.
The teenager's sex life made a radical change of course, however, the
very first day she arrived at TYTC. In both quantity and diversity, Casey
now enjoyed the amorous attentions of the opposite sex on a scale that most
women many years her senior only dream about. When they dream about it,
that is.
Until this moment, however, no man had consumed her so completely. All
thoughts of resistance or revenge fled as Casey turned her mind's eye to
her spiritual center and the massive, throbbing presence that alternately
filled her then left her empty and crying to be refilled.
"You're doing quite well, young man," the Attending Handler commented
from beside the loving couple. "But pay close attention to your Guest," he
cautioned. "She's already become 'womb centered', and if you're not
careful, you'll lose her."
"Huh... w...what?" Rick responded breathlessly.
"Don't let her get ahead of you," the man tried to explain. "You must
manage her state of arousal, if you intend to keep her attention. Right
now she's sliding inward, wrapped around her uterus. Soon she'll become
completely mindless and unable to attend to your wishes. You need to slow
your cadence for a time, then throw in a few thrusts in rapid succession.
That'll keep her off balance," the more experienced man coached.
Rick was impressed. These men had cultivated both a science and an art
around the sexual manipulation of the female of the species. In spite of
his own rather advanced state of arousal, Rick listened to the Attending
Handler, then did as he suggested. He noticed a difference instantly. The
girl opened her eyes almost immediately and gazed up at him questioningly.
"There, you see," the man beside them said. "You have her attention
back." Rick nodded his understanding. He moved himself slowly in and out
of the rippling vaginal passage of the highly aroused teenager. Then like
he'd been instructed, he thrust himself deeply into Casey unexpectedly four
times in rapid succession. He felt the hard object inside of her move
aside just before the broad head of his penis slammed against the toroidal
shaped portal of her cervix.
"Huh...huh...huh...huh..." the teenager huffed in response to the
unanticipated internal pummeling.
"Silence, Miss Randal!" Rick said to her. That got him a smile from the
Attending Handler crouched next to him.
"Try angling yourself down a bit more to keep clear of her clitoris,"
the Handler advised after a minute or two. "The one down side to the
missionary position is that if you're not careful, you can inadvertently
overstimulate her," he explained. Her CAP will help a lot with this
problem, though, because if she in turn tries to angle her hips downward in
an attempt to align herself such that her clitoris makes contact with you,
her CAP will give her a good jab back there. It's a remarkable piece of
engineering," he added proudly.
The Senior Handler and Rick's fellow Handler Candidates looked on
approvingly while he attended to the young teenager. Although Rick's
technique was a little unrefined, the more tenured Handler knew that this
young man held great promise. He was demanding and intuitive. Even though
he was a rank novice, his timing was excellent. The girl was obviously
confused and confounded as Rick deftly moved her from a wide eyed state of
intense concentration, her face a symphony of concern and confusion, to
that glassy eyed, muzzy condition indicative of impending climax, only to
jolt her back to "reality" with a good, hard thrust of his hips. Like an
accomplished musician, Rick played Casey Randal like a fine violin.
Unbeknownst to anyone present that morning, Rick Adams would one day
become one of the most trusted and valued members of the TYTC family. He
would be personally responsible for the development of several bold new
approaches to feminine conditioning, and for many years he would proudly
wear the glowing white coveralls of a TYTC Senior Handler.
The pretty teenager was becoming bewildered. As the Senior Handler
watched her closely, he observed her expression and the degree of luster in
her staring brown eyes. The older man continued to be impressed with the
new candidate, feeling the young man could quite possibly toy with the girl
all morning if necessary. Then abruptly, the Handler Candidate halted in
mid-stroke. "I'm gonna cum," Rick said, intuitively trying to keep his
voice steady. The girl gazed up at him with a hazy expression of
understanding. Although the thought of yet another stranger unloading his
disgusting bodily fluids into her was repugnant to Casey, she was too far
gone to exhibit any signs of resistance. She closed her eyes and prepared
to accept Rick's seed.
"Open your eyes, and look at your lover, Miss Randal," the Attending
Handler cautioned. Casey did as she was told. "Feel free to inseminate
her, young man," he told Rick. "She's been chemically sterilized
temporarily until such a time as we wish for her to conceive," the man
explained. Nodding his understanding, Rick delivered only two more thrusts
to the young girl before delivering his offering deep into her interior.
The young candidate didn't know it at the time, but his technique was
flawless. He'd managed to control his own ardor as well as his partner's,
keeping her off balance until he was ready. Then with the girl still
significantly well removed from orgasm, Rick inseminated her.
At TYTC, we believe the female orgasm should be used as a tool. By
allowing it or withholding it, the female can be monitored and regulated.
During the course of their training, the group of Handler Candidates would
become thoroughly acquainted with and adept at the management of feminine
arousal and climax.
Casey shuddered noticeably when she felt the man's liquid heat flow into
and around the myriad of fluffy convolutions of her vaginal lining. She
moaned softly and closed her eyes.
"Open your eyes and look at me, Miss Randal," Rick spoke sternly to his
distraught young companion. "And remain silent until I'm finished with
you." His statement of authority gained Rick the respect and admiration of
the Handlers present that morning as well as that of his peers.
Soon thereafter, Rick dismounted the girl, leaving her filled yet
unfulfilled. While Rick buttoned up his trousers, the Attending Handler
asked if anyone else wanted to take a turn. Sadly, the other two students
were forced to decline his kind offer. Although the three of them had
received a reasonably good education there in the hallway, there was a
great deal more for the young men to learn, and they had a class to attend
in ten minutes. Before they left, however, the Senior Handler complimented
Rick on his performance, telling him that he'd handled himself and the girl
like a true professional. Rick fairly beamed with pride as he and his
colleagues turned and headed off down the wide corridor toward a new
destiny.
Continued... SM
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